10-31-2016, 09:41 PM
aletta has never seen life being brought into the world nor has she seen someone leave it. she has never given someone her love and thus she has never been given a heart in return. she has never seen tragedy or devastation so her eyes are pure. her mind simply can't comprehend them. she hates to be thought of as a silly child, but what else is she? she is often quiet, almost brooding, as if searching for words and ways to give an illusion that she knows more than she does.
this is one of those times that she searches for words, that she lets herself drift into the background. magnus reminds her one who has been struck, still reeling from the whiplash. at his crooked smile, her eyes soften though she still remains reserved. she still hasn't found her words. she isn't sure that whatever she would say would offer him any kind of comfort or conciliation. but his smile broke her train of thought, and her eyes focus a little more and her ears are almost eagerly forward.
we all have our demons, he says and aletta feels herself slightly frowning. "why must we hold on to our demons if all they do is haunt us?" as soon as the words come out of her mouth, she feels exposed, as if she has has shown her bare bones. but in her mind, she pictures these things as malignant, something that constantly ebbs at the soul. how heavy it must be to keep that kind of company. she can't quite understand that some things are so dark, so heartwrenching that they etch themselves into ones very being.
she glances past magnus, towards the horizon. moving forward should always be a goal (atleast in her eyes), for staying stagnant gets you nowhere. but her eyes return to his, still intently studying and listening. "aletta." she says faintly, her eyes glancing between magnus and keogh.
this is one of those times that she searches for words, that she lets herself drift into the background. magnus reminds her one who has been struck, still reeling from the whiplash. at his crooked smile, her eyes soften though she still remains reserved. she still hasn't found her words. she isn't sure that whatever she would say would offer him any kind of comfort or conciliation. but his smile broke her train of thought, and her eyes focus a little more and her ears are almost eagerly forward.
we all have our demons, he says and aletta feels herself slightly frowning. "why must we hold on to our demons if all they do is haunt us?" as soon as the words come out of her mouth, she feels exposed, as if she has has shown her bare bones. but in her mind, she pictures these things as malignant, something that constantly ebbs at the soul. how heavy it must be to keep that kind of company. she can't quite understand that some things are so dark, so heartwrenching that they etch themselves into ones very being.
she glances past magnus, towards the horizon. moving forward should always be a goal (atleast in her eyes), for staying stagnant gets you nowhere. but her eyes return to his, still intently studying and listening. "aletta." she says faintly, her eyes glancing between magnus and keogh.
aletta
the innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.